Bleached Armageddon

By Inuyoshie. For the record, I don't own any bleach, be it the cleaning product or the anime/manga.

Chapter 34: Me Duele la Espalda

El Bronista (Aja)

I pushed my cart into Aizen's big ass room. The formidable ex-shinigami lay sleeping on his bed, his face slightly flushed. A large pile of books were stacked on his bed. I tried to stir up contempt for the man, but I just couldn't. It's hard to hate someone when they are laying there, being all sick and gorgeous- hold on, gorgeous? Now I sound like a fan girl. (I am, but that's not the point) I don't even swing that way dammit! And I'm not going to be turned bisexual by some dick with a god complex. End of story.

I ladled Aizen a bowlful of soup and put it on his bedside table, making sure it was steady. I then moved the books onto the floor so that he was more comfortable. I sighed. Sleeping with books? Really.

…Okay, so I occasionally sleep with books, but not when I'm sick1 I sat down on the side of Aizen's bed to rest my feet. They really hurt, and I suspected I had blisters forming on my heels and toes.

I snuck a glance at Aizen again. I wish I could keep my eyes off of him.

"Damn Aizen-sama, you have so many books," I sighed enviously, swinging my legs casually. I really didn't want Aizen to know I called him '-sama' behind his back. It just… bugged me. Luckily, he was asleep.

My eyes roamed from the books to Aizen's pillow (white of course) to his chiseled jaw line up his face to that annoying curl of hair that's always there. It's like a shard of his alternate 'Aizen-taichou' persona from the Soul Society that wouldn't go away. My eye twitched. I reached across and smoothed the bang back into Aizen's hair. Damn, his hair is so soft and silky, it made my hand almost want to linger. But then he'd wake up, putting me in a very awkward position. I pulled my hand away reluctantly and the curl popped back to its original place. I smoothed it back again, and it popped back in place. I went for a third time, but Aizen's eyes snapped open. I froze my hand still on top of his head.

"What… are you doing?" he asked me. I flushed.

"Your… hair…" I muttered. "Go back to sleep,"

"No, now I want to know… what you were doing." Aizen asked me, trying to stare at me in my eyes. Since I have issues with eye contact, I looked elsewhere.

"It's nothing," I muttered again, standing up.

"No, tell me," Aizen ordered, sitting up. As soon as he did so, he suddenly stiffened and closed his eyes.

"Something wrong?" I asked, motherly urges swelling up in my chest.

"I think I have a knot in my back," Aizen sighed.

"Do you want me to loosen it-" Aw shit. How did that come out? I clapped my hands over my mouth and silently swore. Aizen lifted an eyebrow as I silently chanted 'say no say no say no say-"

"Yes, that would be nice," he announced. Aw fuck. But when Aizen winced again, a slight pang of guilt stabbed through my chest. I swear he was hamming it up just to bug me.

I took a deep breath and reached for Aizen's shirt.

"What are you-"

"I have to take your shirt off," I muttered.

"Oh," Aizen nodded as I pulled off his coat and shirt. How can he wear so much while sick?

Aizen rolled onto his stomach, wincing slightly. I straddled his waist and began kneading his back muscles. I worked slowly, loosening the knots in his muscles gently. As long as I didn't think about the position I was in, it didn't seem awkward. I was completely absorbed in my work.

Once the muscles were armed up and pliable, I cracked Aizen's back. Mind you, cracking backs is dangerous, and it takes a lot of skill not to kill a person. Luckily, I've had lessons. As I was doing this, a thought sprang into my head. It only takes 60 pounds to break a human's neck. It wouldn't take much more to snap a human's spine-

"Aizen-sama! We're here to- THE HELL?" someone screamed behind me. My face flushed as the awkwardness of the position came flooding back to me, and I accidentally cracked Aizen's back again, causing him to sigh loudly.

"Wha-what are you doing to Aizen-sama?" the someone screeched. I turned and glanced at the two girls (Melony and Lola? Or was it Lola and Melony?) who stood red-faced in the doorway. I turned redder, jumped off and tried to leave the room in an embarrassed huff. Unfortunately, Aizen propped his head up and glared at me.

"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded.

"Mess hall. There are a lot of sick arrancar," I replied quietly.

"Weren't you two sick as well?" Aizen demanded of the groupies.

"Well we…"

"Well, it's just…"

"Leave me. I need to sleep," Aizen ordered tiredly. I nodded and raced out of the room as quickly as possible.

It was then that I remembered that I left my soup cart in Aizen's room. Shit.

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Inuyoshie's after the chapter special

Hallo hallo beautiful people!

Yes… that chapter was fun to write. Indeed…

I hope I didn't make Aja too fan girl-y. It's just… come on! Aizen's hot! And at the current moment, he was also all flushed and fever-y… and Aja's gonna have some conflicting emotions regarding that man. Yeah…

Plus then there's the groupie factor. Man, those girls creep me out. They are gonna be a little bit problematic for Aja in the future…

Next chapter, ya get to meet a new person! Heheh…

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